He turns quickly at the sound of a voice, relaxing just a little when he realizes that it's just a girl.
"This isn't right," he begins, looking around him once more. "Stuff like this doesn't come outta nowhere. What's goin' on?"
Taking a few steps away from her, he's careful to keep his back to the wall. It's not like they could do anything to him, he doesn't think so anyway, but he's also not going to risk being caught off guard yet.
"I know." Juliet wrinkles her nose and bites her lower lip, running through her thoughts to find a proper way to talk about the Inn. "I wish I was better at explaining it. Basically people just wander in here. They mean to be going somewhere else. Usually their homes, but they step through the doorway and they're here instead."
Here, have a celery-sporting, beige-wearing Doctor!
He's in merry spirits and happened to be merely passing through, tossing his reclaimed cricket ball up and about in his hand. Hearing the other's voice, though, Five will smile.
"I've traveled time majority of my lives and even I wondered that very same thing when I stumbled in here."
Well, not really. Not completely. After all, regenerative defects were awful.
He turns to see who spoke to him, giving the stranger a slightly confused stare. He looked funny, not bad or anything just...funny.
"This isn't where I was goin'," he says. "This is s'posed to be a house with nobody in it. People don't come here any more, only rats an' birds an' stuff."
A hand brushes against the wall, feeling for the door. "I don't think I'm s'posed to be here..."
Five notices the boy looks a bit confused (if that was the word for it?) and leans so that he might be at the boy's height.
"It's safe here, though. Many, many people are pulled in here."
It's the brushing of the fingers on the wall that lets Five know the other doesn't have a door. His own hand reaches out to rest against the boy's shoulder. "Let's not worry about that, hm? Why don't we get something to drink; do you like hot cocoa?"
He pulls away when the hand comes to rest against his shoulder. It's not that he didn't like the guy, after all he'd given him no reason to have any real distrust, it's just that all of this was so new and strange and...different.
It was kind of overwhelming.
"I...I don't drink stuff," he mumbles, eyes falling to stare ever so intently at his feet. "Haven't in a while. Thanks though."
But look! He might just take one tiny step closer to the man again, cause funny and strange as he may be, he was pretty nice too.
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Juliet sits by the entrance.
She smiles warmly at the boy that enters.
"It's okay. It's safe here."
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"This isn't right," he begins, looking around him once more. "Stuff like this doesn't come outta nowhere. What's goin' on?"
Taking a few steps away from her, he's careful to keep his back to the wall. It's not like they could do anything to him, he doesn't think so anyway, but he's also not going to risk being caught off guard yet.
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His hands are stuffed into the pockets of a pair of worn pants and he looks at his feet. 'So, does this mean I'm stuck here?"
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He's in merry spirits and happened to be merely passing through, tossing his reclaimed cricket ball up and about in his hand. Hearing the other's voice, though, Five will smile.
"I've traveled time majority of my lives and even I wondered that very same thing when I stumbled in here."
Well, not really. Not completely. After all, regenerative defects were awful.
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"This isn't where I was goin'," he says. "This is s'posed to be a house with nobody in it. People don't come here any more, only rats an' birds an' stuff."
A hand brushes against the wall, feeling for the door. "I don't think I'm s'posed to be here..."
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Five notices the boy looks a bit confused (if that was the word for it?) and leans so that he might be at the boy's height.
"It's safe here, though. Many, many people are pulled in here."
It's the brushing of the fingers on the wall that lets Five know the other doesn't have a door. His own hand reaches out to rest against the boy's shoulder. "Let's not worry about that, hm? Why don't we get something to drink; do you like hot cocoa?"
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It was kind of overwhelming.
"I...I don't drink stuff," he mumbles, eyes falling to stare ever so intently at his feet. "Haven't in a while. Thanks though."
But look! He might just take one tiny step closer to the man again, cause funny and strange as he may be, he was pretty nice too.
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